Lit Errotica Novels & Stories

The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night. “You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there. “I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.

I forced my eyes back to the glass vase in my hands and polished it with extra care, determined to focus on the work. But even as I tried, my traitorous gaze flicked toward Derick one more time. Alora moved gracefully beside me, demonstrating how to properly polish the crystal vases. “Like this, Hazel. Gentle circles,Derick hates streaks.” Her voice was kind, patient, and it only made the guilt twist harder in my chest. I nodded, repeating her motions while my eyes kept betraying me.The dirty thoughts kept flooding in my mind as i saw the way his fingers moved while typing on his laptop.

“You had a book about those the day I first met you.” His posture seemed to straighten ever so slightly the moment I said that, as if he were surprised I remembered that detail. “That’s right, I suppose I did.” “What else did it say? Was it a book of folklore?” Eric sighed. “It… was an old book, and very outdated—to the point that I’m not entirely sure how much of it was true or not. I wish I could sate that curiosity, but…” he hesitated, “I would do you a great disservice to spread something that might be wrong.” He thrummed his fingers against the table. “If it’s history you want, perhaps I could interest you in the legend of the Moon Goddess, or… or maybe the alpha king who was cursed by

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

“Now I just have to get off my erogenous ass and find some more reliable faculty members to join us next time around.” Lorraine sensed her face flushing some indetermi- nate berry color. Had she heard Dina correctly? Her erogenous ass? People didn’t just say that as a figure of speech, did they? Her blood went hot as she visualized Dina’s trim, gently rounded bottom exposed for her, inviting contact. “Any ideas?” “Huh?” Lorraine, startled out of her inner movie, nearly shouted the syllable. Dina grinned reassuringly. “Any ideas as to who might be willing to sit on this committee?”

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

Feeling insulted, Rita gathered up enough strength and pushed Eric away, slapping him on the face in the process. “Don’t talk to me like that!” She hissed, shaking her hand that hurt from slapping Eric’s hard face. “Why? Upset? But isn’t it the truth. You’re just a little dirty whore now. Although I can say you are quite lucky to have someone pay billions for you. But I can’t blame him, you have the sweetest cunt one could ever fuck. Just thinking about it is making me hard,” Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

I could not read the next part it due to the heavily scribbling used to cover the text but I could read the end segment. "I can't believe I wrote that. I need sex today." I went back to the scribbled-out text too curious to passed it up. I found if I tilted the diary just right the light would catch it and I could read a fraction of the original words behind all the scribbling. "...night...leaving...window open...someone sneaking in...tying...sleep...rapping me...only a fantasy...would be terrified...if it was Riki...Imagine if...found...diary...darkest dream yet...safe...Would it be so bad..."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.